Thursday, October 12, 2017


...Runs the sun and shadow ream
Through the chortling meadow-stream

 Strums the color-tree with rain
Ere its winsome whispers wane

Tempers autumn’s vivid hues
With November-anchored blues
Chases leaves across the yard
Graces eaves with summer’s shard

 Makes us think of days gone by
Wakes a glimmer in the eye

 Shakes the woodland, settles dust
Stirs the heart with wanderlust

 Stokes the ocher-mantled sod
With the promises of God

© Janet Martin

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